Niagara Falls 



j 881 Forevermore, from thee, Niagara! 



Religious Cataract! Most Holy Fane! 

 A service and a symphony go up 

 Into the ear of God. 'Tis Sabbath morn. 

 My soul, refreshed and full of comfort, hears 

 Thy welcome call to worship. 



My soul, that else were mute, transported finds 

 In you, O inarticulate Harmonies ! 

 Expression for unutterable thoughts, 

 Surpassing the impertinence of words. 



She makes 

 Of this immense significance of sound, 

 Sublime appropriation, chanting it anew, 

 As her " Te Deum," and sweet Hymn of Laud. 

 This ends the introduction. 



Is God not here? 

 The thunder utters, Yes ! 



The trembling rocks in fear 

 The truth confess; 

 The assenting mountains nod, 



And all things round 



Echo one sound, 

 All testify of God. 



O, let my soul exult, 



That here she may consult, 

 The Oracle Divine ! 



That at Jerusalem, no more, 



Is fixed as heretofore 

 Jehovah's Shrine ! 

 That ancient ritual is past, 

 That Temple to the ground is cast, 

 Those symbols and those semblances sublime, 

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